Earlier this week, I trudged to my mailbox. There, amid the catalogs for clothes I don’t need and the flyers for food I don’t want to eat was a white Tyvek envelope, bearing my name and address. Inside the white envelope was a manila envelope. And inside the manila envelope was a *huge* sheet of paper, with a lovely message from Mrs. Lese’s
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